All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 19 - Revenge

A/N: So things do get a little heated in this chapter, but it doesn't go anywhere past intense making out. If you are uncomfortable with that then skip to the first time jump, aka the unicorns.

POV England

"Agh! Agh! Agghhhh!" Screams America over and over. Holding his pillow like a life line. I don't get it we are just watching some documentary about big foot. Which was also clearly a load of tosh. "It's real Iggy! He's real!" He keeps screaming a shivering mess. He had abandoned his pillow and was now hugging me for dear life instead. Partly to calm him down and also to make sure my ears remained intact I shut him up with a kiss.

"Mmm" America says into it happily, I crawled into his lap never breaking our lips contact and sit gently on his lap. The truth of big foot was clearly forgotten by America. I kissed him lovingly, soothingly, slowly letting him know everything was okay. He reciprocated happily enjoying the sweet kiss. Our lips just melted into one another. Tranquil, calm, loving, peaceful. His lips were soft and gentle against mine, he tasted of hamburgers and chocolate which was somehow oddly pleasant.

The television was still blaring in the background when America started crashing his lips against mine, clearly already bored by sweet romance. He wanted something more, he always wanted bigger, better. Never content with what he had. He wanted passion.

He always was an impatient git. Although I suppose he had been waiting almost three centuries, coming to think of it I have too. I began to realise he wasn't the only impatient one. I started crashing my own lips against his at full force deepening the kiss. He forced his tongue into my mouth for a fight of dominance. I part my lips willingly eager for battle. If he thinks it's going to be easy to win this battle he is clearly very mistaken.

My tongue immediately fought back and the two muscles danced erotically in a fight of passion. Heavy breathing and panting dominated the drawl of the long forgotten documentary. My hands were busy messing with America's hair, I ran one hand threw the feather soft, dirty blonde locks relishing the amazing feel of it under my palm. With the other hand I continuously pulled, twisted and rubbed that ever defiant erect cowlick between my fingers. This appeared to drive the boy crazy, creating louder breathing and heavier longer pants.

America's hands were happily roaming around my chest, his cool hands eager to trace patterns across my pale skin. His cold touch felt amazing against my hot, sweaty skin. His fingers were itching to discover new territory, hungrily running themselves across my arms and around my chest underneath my t-shirt. Our heated make out session continued through out this but with no clear victor to the battle of the tongues I broke the kiss abruptly and start licking along his neck, biting his collar bone until I found the spot that made him tick. I suck on it hard, licking it, gently biting it, enjoying the moans America made beneath me. Once finished I leant back a bit to admire my newly created hickey, however America took advantage of my distraction and started his own journey across my neck.

He licked across my jaw line seductively before he started sucking greedily on my neck. He keeps moving spots until he finds what he was searching for. A particular spot makes me let out a particularly needy moan.

This clearly excites him out of his mind because before I know what's happening I have been lifted up off the sofa and am being carried up towards the bedroom bridal style, America kissing me all the while. I am forced to wrap my arms around the git's neck for stability.

"I can walk myself you bloody wanker! Put me down you git!" I say breaking the kiss glaring up at my captor.

"I'm never putting you down again." He growls seductively.

"If you dare drop me I swear to god-"

"I could never drop something as precious as you." Says America and that's when the door to his bedroom closes.